I did not like it. She even started asking about my break intervals during work hours which made me more irritated. This continued to be a daily issue...and started bothering me much. One day, I lost my cool and shouted at her not to ask me about my timings to the office and my breaks during the work hours as she was not my manager. I shouted in front of the team members that she is younger than me and she cannot question me like this every time. That day I left office at 6 PM and reached my home. "Fifty-four dollars.' Was her answer."Is it returnable?" I'm afraid not, costumes can only be exchanged." She answered."Oh. Never mind then." I said."Um, why would you want to buy something if you know you are going toreturn it?" She asked curiously."Well, I really don't need it, I mean I do, but, well it's a longstory." I said."I have a few minutes, it is never busy during the dinner hour. Tellme."After five minutes of giving her the details of the ongoing joke onTodd, she grasped the concept. It seems that she didn’t like any of the pieces she’d done for the show. They were just more of the same thing she’d already done. She didn’t think they were inspired, and felt like she was just selling out. The buyers and collectors would of course be happy because she’d panted a lot of things that looked like they were “Amanda Anderson” paintings, but she felt as if she should be breaking new ground, and continuing to explore her art. So she’d come in early to review her new pieces and try. I noticed the same thing happening to the other girl, who looked to be in her late teens with rather large breast as opposed to my average size breast. I tried to break free but their grasp was too tight and I was turned to face the audience completely nude with thousands of cell phones pointed at me and the other nude girl. Once again, E. D. Nix raised his hand and the crowd went quiet.“Brothers, Tell me do you like this fine white pussy?” as he walked between the two of us, grabbing my tits.